Some days later, Crom and Aparthie
walked through the royal garden.
Aparthie loved the flowers it was where she was most comfortable. Crom knew this and chose this location for
his proposal, his mind was vacant though as to how he would do so. Sensing a certain urgency in Crom, Aparthie attempted
to remedy his demeanor, “’Tis a wonderful to be about for a walk, my
Lord.” She took his hand into hers and
smiled. Crom looked down at their hands
for a moment and shrugged. He looked
back into her eyes, “My brother had deep feelings for you, Aparthie. But he realized those feelings were not
returned and so he left. Before he left,
I swore to him an oath, which I mean to keep,” he fell silent for a brief
moment which seemed like an eternity, “do you ever think of marriage,
Aparthie?”
“It.
. . it crosses my mind from time to time,” she replied attempting to hide her
anxious feelings.
“And
what do you see when it crosses your mind?”
“I
see a man I love, more than life itself, in a palace much like this one.”
The
young man looked into her beautiful eyes once more but just cannot muster up
true feelings of love other than that for a sister, but he marched on, “Such a
beautiful dream. Aparthie, my duties to
the people of this realm demand that I take a wife. I would have you as that wife, if you will
allow it.”
This
was the happiest moment in her life since Crom discovered her in that cold
cave. She smiled so broadly it made Crom
feel sick to his stomach. He loved her
so much that it hurt to do this to her, she deserved somebody that honestly
loved her, but he smiled back. A lone
tear fell down her soft cheek. Crom knew
that many more would follow in the future, their future. She dutifully said to him, “Anything for you,
my Lord.” She leaned her head on his
shoulder and smiled. She never wanted to
let go of him again.
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